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You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life? …


Free the Josef of thy soul from the Well;…

How can a captive King give a command?

Go on the Heaven’s roof, for a while dwell; …

How much can you wander idly on land?

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از چاه برآر یوسف  ِ جان

زین شاه بچاه در چه خیزد؟

بر بام  ِ فلک خرام یک ره

زین گشتن دربدر چه خیزد؟

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Never look down on anybody unless You’re helping him up … !


Let the beauty we love …

Be what we do …

There are hundreds of ways to kneel,

And kiss the ground …

Rumi

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Earth Laughs In Flowers…


 Can a flower that keeps a pearl amid, …

Do anything else save for a sweet smile?

And can a candle with silver-crowned head, …

Escape from weeping, burning and the molten pile?

Flo14wer

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Dream And Reality


 

If you only live in the dream and not in the reality
then you will get lost in your imagination.
If you only live in the reality and not in the dream
then you will be lost in the materialistic world.
Make therefore your reality to a dream and
…the dream to your reality
so that you can be
present in the real condition of love.

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Ecco mormorar l’onde


 Ecco mormorar l’onde,
E tremolar le fronde
A l’aura mattutina, e gli arboscelli,
E sovra i verdi rami i vaghi augelli
Cantar soavemente,
E rider l’Oriente;
Ecco già l’alba appare,
E si specchia nel mare,
E rasserena il cielo,
E le campagne imperla il dolce gelo,
E gli alti monti indora:
O bella e vaga Aurora,
L’aura è tua messaggera, e tu de l’aura
Ch’ogni arso cor ristaura.

Now the waves murmur
And the boughs and the shrubs tremble
in the morning breeze,
And on the green branches the pleasant birds
Sing softly
And the east smiles;
Now dawn already appears
And mirrors herself in the sea,
And makes the sky serene,
And the gentle frost impearls the fields
And gilds the high mountains:
O beautiful and gracious Aurora,
The breeze is your messenger, and you the breeze’s
Which revives each burnt-out heart.

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Uomo del mio tempo – War


Sei ancora quello della pietra e della fionda,
Uomo del mio tempo. Eri nella carlinga,
Con le ali maligne, le meridiane di morte,
-T’ho visto-dentro il carro di fuoco, alle forche,
Alle ruote di tortura. T’ho visto: eri tu,
Con la tua scienza esatta persuasa allo sterminio,
Senza amore, senza Cristo. Hai ucciso ancora,
Come sempre, come uccisero i padri, come uccisero
Gli animali che ti videro per la prima volta.
E questo sangue odora come nel giorno
Quando il fratello disse all’altro fratello:
“Andiamo ai campi.” E quell’eco fredda, tenace,
È giunta fino a te, dentro la tua giornata.
Dimenticate, o figli, le nuvole di sangue
Salite dalla terra, dimenticate i padri:
Le loro tombe affondano nella cenere,
Gli uccelli neri, il vento, coprono il loro cuore.

 

You are still the one with the stone and the sling,
Man of my time. You were in the cockpit,
With the malevolent wings, the meridians of death,
-I have seen you – in the chariot of fire, at the gallows,
At the wheels of torture. I have seen you: it was you,
With your exact science set on extermination,
Without love, without Christ. You have killed again,
As always, as your fathers killed,
as the animals killed that saw you for the first time.
And this blood smells as on the day
When one brother told the other brother:
“Let us go into the fields.” And that echo, chill, tenacious,
Has reached down to you, within your day.
Forgot, O sons, the clouds of blood
Risen from the earth, forget your fathers:
Their tombs sink down in ashes,
Black birds, the wind, cover their heart.

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Ed è subito sera


Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed è subito sera.

Everyone stands alone at the heart of the Earth
transfixed by a ray of sunlight,
and suddenly it is evening.

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